Description:I don't necessarilly like john mayer, but i like this song, and it helped me to write this poem.

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"When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed, and down on your knees
And for a moment, you can hardly breath
Wondering was she really here
Was she standing in my room
No she’s not
Cuz she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone"

Sometimes I feel like
I’m falling in love with a memory
Cuz every so often I find myself alone
Rereading the faded words of a hastily erased poem
Revisiting soliloquy’s long since buried
In hopes of resurrecting feelings no longer there
Placing my pen’s ink in the faded foot prints of scarred letters
Trying to make their meanings more clear
But only reliving the heart break of poems
With fairy tale beginnings to which I love to listen
A knight, chasing a maiden with the grace of an apparition
Slipping in and out of my cognition
Had my every thought paying you honorable mention
Its like, you were on a mission to conquer my spirit
And you did it
Defense mechanisms falling like the was of Berlin
Did you hear it
When my apprehension gave way and I let you in
When I committed the biggest mistake of my existence
The memories play over, and over, again
Their tap against my past reminiscent of the hands of a lock
Tic tock ticking as I sit her listening
To the footsteps of time walking away
Body like a dial but heart like sand
No wonder it was able to slip through my hands
But why couldn’t you stay
Stay long enough to build castles that we could’ve convinced ourselves were made of clay
So when It was high tide by this ocean of tears cried
It wouldn’t be swept away
It would stand strong
But sometimes harsh words roll off the tongue like tsunami waves
I’ve always been one to let my insecurities get the best of me
Yet you were the one who got past my impurities in order to see the rest of me
And you resilience arrested me
But to this day
I can’t say if the memory I’m holding onto is the real you or a wraith
Your written tears sound more like a siren song when I turn the page
Sweet notes of passion leading me astray
Into memories of cliché love letters and weekend getaways
But honestly
I follow willingly
Because although my heart belongs to another
I can’t seem to forget you as my lover
And at the end of the day
You’re the one I want to hold on to
Cuz there’s just something about her hug,
and her touch
That reminds me so much of you
Yet lacks the substance that triggers the subsequent feelings yours do
Or did
Her embrace could never hold me closer than your words
Spoken so softly my soul strained to hear
Remember?
Remember, when I told you that fingertips were the lips of the spirit
And that speaking is freedom
So when those thoughts were stuck on your chest
My caress had the power to free them
Breaking down misconceptions with mere reflections on what created them
Finding the hidden connections between imperfections you never knew existed
Until that untrained ear that listened,
Listed and related them
Voices like ink pens as we inked in our frustrations on each other’s skin
Until we blotted eyes and wiped tears like a proof read conversation
It’s funny
Funny how pain stained tears can be shed in elation
When said in relation to what’s on our hearts
And not just on our minds
My soul shudders at the thought of having you near
Having you here
So we can once again embrace
And taste the sweet nectar of infatuation called conversation
While only traversing each others unspoken words
Hearts open to the free verse of our nerves
Trembling and shaking from anticipation of the next time we could converse
In hushed emotions that would forever go unheard
Cuz true communication can only be felt
Only be experienced
See,
speaking sounds deceivingly simple
But you’d be surprised how hard lives are to get into
We bottle up pain until even our smiles are vengeful
Which is why after all we’ve been through
I can still say I miss you
And that your worth the second look
You
The most rewritten poem in my poetry book

"Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?
Would you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone," gone, gone

This is a pretty interesting read! I love the first bit with all the "falling in love with a memory" and all. Thinking about it now, the memory you are falling in love with is a person and not an actual memory memory, but a person who has now become a memory? (I hope that makes sense!!)
This kinda makes me sad too and I can relate to it... Sad in that your "heart belongs to another" but you can't get this other person out of your head! Like you can't move on... I must make a Katy Perry reference and say this reminds me of the song "Thinking Of You" because it's all about the guy (or in this case, girl) that was like -the best- and now anything else in comparison just doesn't live up to any other expectation.
The poetry metaphor exists pretty much only in the beginning and end, and I thought that the transition between the poetry and then describing this person was a bit rushed... but that's just my opinion.
The bit with the erased poem it's like trying to forget, but you don't want to forget, so re-reading it I can totally relate to that.
Aww, love the line:
"The most rewritten poem in my poetry book"

trying to forget this person? But at the same time not wanting to forget, therefore, rewriting it.

Sorry if it seems like I rambled... I just had a million thoughts about this and managed to scrape most of them into... something. I'm not sure if I'm much of a help, but I like this poem, so...
Thank you for sharing! :]
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